The days, the months, the years just keep flying by
but where there used to be tears have now been
replaced with cheers that I am still here
and I sit looking out the window as I travel
down the road of life observing and learning
from experience that everyone has their own
little or maybe big secrets that will never ever
be revealed to anyone and so many pretend
to be something or someone that they are not
as they often overlook the fact that
the truth will always be the truth
even if no one believes it but a lie is still a lie
even if everyone believes it.

I am who I am and what you see is what you get
and your approval is not needed and some of the time
I live in seclusion seemingly trapped in some illusion
lost but found as the world keeps spinning around
as there are times there  seems no escape
from my confusion but I am happy alone
because there I can roam the innards of my mind
and like the three things that cannot be hidden-
the sun, the moon, and the truth,
my words always find their way out.

I am who I am, an Artist/writer
and I let my power of love overcome
my love of power and through my words of love
I tell no lies and what I am in your eyes
doesn't really matter and I don't care
what others think because I don't live my life
for anybody but me.

Others can live their lies and pretend
but in the end all will know what they really are
and there will be no love only shame
that will fit like a glove as they shovel the dirt
over their grave leaving only those left behind
to feel their pain.

I am far from being what I want to be
but with my soul's help I shall succeed
as I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate
and the more I think about it the more I realize
that there is nothing more artistic
then to love others with the words that I write
and writing those words that are in my soul
makes the pain stop so I write away my pain
expecting no gain except to know that
somewhere somehow my words gave
someone the ability to love again.          Jon  York          2013